Thirsty นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ruby Have you ever been so hungry that your stomach feels like it’s caving in on itself? So thirsty you can barely pry your tongue from the roof of your mouth? Your mind focuses on nothing but food and drink, drink and food. How a stale piece of bread, a glass of water, or a single French fry might save your life.

"Do you know what would make it smell even better? If we slip a bucket load of poison into Rogue's food, don't you agree?" "Kal," Indianna said softly, her voice warning. "Watch what you say, he could turn up at any time." "I'm just trying to stay optimistic," Kal grumbled. Greyson abruptly pulled away from Indianna and walked over to the kitchen counter, grabbing a glass out of the cupboard and pouring himself a glass of whisky. He knocked it back in one and poured another, raising the glass to his lips and sipping it this time. He sighed and tapped the counter with his fingers anxiously. "I hate waiting on him," he muttered and he took out a second glass, pouring whiskey into it. He turned

It came out weaker than she intended, undermined by the physical reality of what was happening inside her body. The hunger was growing. It was becoming an active force inside her, a presence almost as tangible as another person sharing her skin. It was a deep, aching thirst that made her throat burn with a dryness that no amount of water could cure. She'd tried that already, had drunk from the fountain in the corner of the chamber, had let the cold water flow down her throat in the hopes that it would ease the burning. It had only made things worse. Now every cell in her body was screaming for something she didn't want to name. Something warm and red and alive. Something that called to her o

A loud growl escaped M2's lips. He did the same thing to the other nipple, before dragging the tail down to his abs. Slowly, he traced each line, leaving traces of water on his skin. M1 leaned in and used his tongue to lick the water on M2's skin. Like that, his tongue came down to the lower torso and stopped at the v-shape of his upper hips. Longing for more, M2 moaned loudly. “Fucking do it, now,” he urged M1.

The blood that flows in our veins is just blood, your life essence. The girl that visited me has been dead for two years and she’s angry. She wants revenge on those who wronged her. She wanted me to kill them and in the end I almost did. Am I the bad person here for wanting to do it? I don’t think so. I smiled when I saw them die. The smell of their blood was invigorating and it gave me hope that there were still people in this world willing to step up and do what must be done.

I slip my hand under his tee shirt and tense up slightly, feeling his muscles under my fingers. The desire that I feel burns in my veins, my breath accelerates. I'm hypersensitive to his touch: my head is spinning, my body is ablaze... I'm going to burn up on the spot if this carries on. His breath brushes against my cheek. He's staring at my lips then his eye catches mine.

I sighed. As I sat at the dining table, the salty taste of tears still lingering on my lips, feeling drained and sad, I suddenly felt really thirsty. Slowly, I got up and walked to the kitchen, feeling heavy and tired. I just wanted a glass of water to soothe my parched throat. Slowly, I made my way to the kitchen, my footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

My voice was hoarse from dryness. From what I could see, I had been here for a while. My throat felt raw, as if I had been swallowing sandpaper, despite the steady drip of fluids from the IV. The urgent and unrelenting thirst clawed at me. I wanted to drink an entire gallon of water in one breath.

The hate that Ambrose had for me was just intense that he’s willing to beat the shit out of me but now, that hatred just morphed itself into something beautiful. I brought myself to the fridge and it looked relatively small compared to the fridge that Ambrose had. I grabbed some orange juice hoping to quench this dryness that I have in my throat. I drank one whole glass and I still feel exemplary thirsty. I poured another glass and gulped it like I’ve been deprived of any liquid for the longest time. I still wanted more after finishing the whole glass but I feel like my stomach’s about to burst. I ended up having to tolerate this dehydration that’s been physic

I’vе never bееn so ѕоrе. Mу hеаd іѕ роundіng. I’m thirsty and mу thrоаt іѕ raw from screaming. I’vе gіvеn that uр nоw. Nо one can hеаr me anyway. Thіѕ рlасе juѕt echoes.